(kirsty maccoll/mark e. nevin)      The last of england's spoiled brats   Grand order of the gutter rats   A big fish in a public house   You're never going to learn to shut your mouth   A silly pseudo lager lout   With nothing much to shout about   Spent hours looking in the mirror   Trying to perfect the perfect pout      Now take the spotlight   And pause for your applause   Well my oh my you're such a big boy   On a saturday night   You try but there is always something   Something not right inside   There's always someone   Somebody else to take   The power and the glory   All for themselves      With you I suffered heaven knows   Although we never came to blows   It's just as well 'cos I can tell   I would have wiped the floor with you   You don't like 'them' you don't like 'us'   You make me laugh but seriously   I look at you what do I see?    A clapped out nazi with a blunderbuss      So take the spotlight   And pause for your applause   Well my oh my you're such a big boy   On a saturday night   You try but there is always something   Something not right inside   There's always someone   Somebody else to take   The power and the glory   All for themselves      So take the stage and   Let's have a great big hand now   My oh my you're such a big boy   On a saturday night   That's when you really know they love you   When somebody else will feed your face   And kiss your arse   And wonder where the time flew past   Oh yes my darling's such a   Big boy on a saturday night